They call my love the girl who does the Tequila Samba:
Ev'ry night she dances for all to see.
When they start those players playing,
Ostinatos, rhythms swaying,
Then there's nowhere else I would rather be.
It's true without Tequila she sparkles, Tequila, Tequila,
Though a glass or two of Bubbly can help her effervesce,
I know I've seen her turn flamenco on only two Martinis,
certainly the Samba that she does best.
She loves a crowd ...
And then she came to me and danced the Tequila Samba,
Swaying bright and graceful across the floor.
I flung a way conservatism,
captured by her magnetism,
Now my heart will dance with her ever more.
She's bright and cool and laughing she's soft and
Tequila, Tequila Samba,
beautiful and radiant dancing off the beat
and when the night is fine and starry
then pour the third Tequi, Te, Te, Tequila:
very soon be Sambaing in the street.
